Never gonna get it, neva gonna get it...

Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and thought: geeze, what a fucking mess?? But, not in the morning, in the late afternoon or evening, after you had already been seen by anyone who is going to see you that day?


Yeah. You guessed it: That's me.


Never got to crochet today, Rachel had to watch her babe. But, it's all good. I had school stuff to do anyway, and I actually got a chance to do it. Or, I got a chance to start and blog in the middle of it. But, I'll finish. Both this blog and my summary.


No one in my life knows how to crochet. Perhaps its a lost art. I think that I wanna learn because I think that it might relax me. I also need really cheap scarfs.
I think that we lost the art of doing things, besides drugs and alcohol, that relax us. Somehow this feels different than playing nintendo or blogging.

My room was never cleaned.

I still havn't revised my resume.

I dont know how much money I have in my bank account.

My bike's front tire is flat.